The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3)

by Bink Cummings

  A throat clears behind me, and Big’s eyes shift from me to the person who made the noise. I’d know that deep rumble anywhere. It’s my daddy, which means this little distraction of Jez, Big, and their fun has come to an end. Now I really have to face the music and turn around to meet my sister and her mother.

  I dunno if I can do this.

  Wish me luck.

  “Bink,” Daddy’s voice cuts through the air like a knife and the need to wrap my arms protectively around myself claws at my insides. I ward off the feeling and stand up straight, ignoring the ache in my back and feet. Big, who’s still touching me, rubs his hands along my arms in support, then moves them to my belly.

  “You can do this,” he whispers, meeting my eye.

  I nod to him in confirmation and turn around, my eyes cast on the ground. Big moves in, his chest to my back and curls his arms around my shoulders.

  The tension in me builds as I slowly inch my eyes upward. The first thing I see are Jizz’s black riding boots, followed by daddy’s and two pairs of women’s shoes. One set of feet are wearing black studded flip-flops. Her skin is tattooed with roses, and her toes are painted a hot pink. I think I might like her already. Rose tattoos, hot pink polish, and those shoes; all of that is something I’m down with. The set next to hers is a pair of old school, heavily worn, black and white chucks. I shift my eyes upward, knowing that they have to be giving me the once over just as I do the same.

  My throat constricts.

  You can do this Bink, I repeat to myself.

  Once reaching their eyes, my own widen, as do Mandy’s and Jo’s. Holy shit! My sister looks like a taller, thicker, curvier, longer haired version of me. She’s so fucking beautiful! I don’t know if I’d say I’m that pretty, but damn she’s gorgeous. Big boobs, wide hips, small waist, and blonde hair that reaches her navel. She’s wearing a pair of jean cutoff shorts that show off her tatted legs, and a black Guns and Roses off the shoulder tee. I wonder if she’d ever let me borrow that? It’s fucking awesome! Bet its vintage.

  Before I even get a chance to take in Mandy, who my dad has his arm around, I blurt the first thing that pops into my head, “Your shirt rocks! Paradise City is one of my favorite songs!”

  Jo laughs, her smile reaching her eyes, and everyone around us blows out their bated breaths. Guess they were just as worried about this as me.

  Big chuckles behind me, as Daddy remarks, “Good call, Big.”

  Glancing over my shoulder at Big, I raise a questioning brow, and he beams affectionately at me before kissing my upturned forehead, “Vintage band shirts…they’re kinda your thing.”

  Aww, he really does know me so well.

  “Love you,” I whisper, and he kisses my forehead once more before I turn my attention back to my sister, who’s still grinning at me.

  “I’m Bink,” I offer her my hand and she takes it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “I’m Jo… it’s nice to meet you too, Bink… And you’re right Guns and Roses rock, they’re my second favorite band.”

  My eyes light up. She has great taste in music!

  “What’s your first?” I probe enthusiastically.

  “The Rolling Stones.”

  “What’s your favorite song by them?” Apparently I can’t shut up today.

  “Paint It Black.”

  That’s such a badass song!

  I downplay it so I don’t come off looking like an idiot. “Good song,” I reply coolly, bobbing my head.

  “Just a good song?” Big murmurs amused, so only I can hear him. I ignore his little comment. Alright, so maybe I was caught a time or two as a child jumping on my bed to the song. It’s impossible not to dance to, especially when the brothers are blaring it in the middle of the night at one of their parties.

  The sound of a sniffle breaks through my musical thoughts, and my eyes cut to Mandy, who’s wiping her eyes as my dad tries to console her.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  Jo goes to hug her mom. A tiny pang of jealousy strikes me, but I quickly dismiss it. Big must know how I feel because he hugs me a little tighter, soothing the dull ache away.

  “Stop your cryin’, mom,” Jo rubs her mom’s back and Mandy sniffles again, embracing her daughter, who’s slightly taller than her. They’re almost the same size, both curvy and busty. Though Mandy has softened around the waist over the years, which suits her just fine. She’s a beautiful older woman. Her hair’s a dirty blonde that I suspect was her natural color back in the day and is now dyed to keep the gray away. My favorite thing about her is how stylish she looks, even at her age. My mother always kept her clothes classy and elegant. I barely remember her wearing jeans. Now Mandy’s all about comfort, wearing jean capris, a woman’s black Harley t-shirt, and those old school kicks. Just looking at her embrace her daughter tells me that I’m going to like her very much. Any woman who loves her daughter that much and seems to love my dad is a keeper in my book. To be honest, anyone would be a keeper above my cunt of a mother. I just pray I never have to see her again.

  “I’m just so happy,” Mandy blubbers and Jo chuckles lightly with my daddy who goes over to stand next to a heel rocking Jizz. Brew’s still pissed about everything, so he’s not joined our reunion quite yet.

  When I scan the yard I see Dixie holding his hand, trying to drag him closer. He won’t budge. Stubborn as a damn mule. Brew catches me watching them so I wave him closer, and he shakes his head. So I roll my eyes and mouth, ‘Oh, come on’ and he shakes his head again, refusing. Yep, stubborn, stubborn, stubborn.

  I turn my focus back to Jo and Mandy.

  “Mama, what’d you think was gonna happen? She’d hate us?” Jo comforts, obviously more amused by her mother’s tears than concerned. From the sounds of it, Mandy’s sensitive and Jo’s used to her mother’s tears. Or that’s my take on it anyhow.

  Her mother shrugs timidly, “I dunno.”

  “Did you think pops was gonna bring us here, and she was gonna jump us or somethin’?” she asks with a smile in her voice, lips tight, trying not to burst out laughing.

  Mandy jerks away, insulted, and smacks her daughter’s arm. Jo chuckles, grinning at her silly mother. “No, of course not,” Mandy says before she turns her attention to me, meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry, Bink. Your father has always told me how stubborn you are. I didn’t know if you’d ever speak to us, much less be friendly,” she swipes another tear from her flush cheek.

  “I’m sorry I’m so emotional,” her bottom lip quivers. “Jo-jo knows I cry over the stupidest damn things,” she laughs at herself, and I catch Daddy nodding out of the corner of my eye with the biggest, happiest, love-sick smile on his face as he admires his old lady. God, he really is in love with her, even after a thirty-year secret love affair, a child out of wedlock, a horrific marriage to my mother, and everything else. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so smitten. Yes, I said smitten because there isn’t another word to use right now. His eyes are lighting up just watching her, even if she is crying for no apparent reason. And that warms me from the inside out. I’m so happy for them.

  “It’s not a problem,” I reassure her, and Big gives me a quick squeeze. Guess that was the correct response.

  Then I do something I didn’t think I’d ever do, I hold my hand out to Mandy. She steps away from Jo and accepts it with a gentle smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bink,” she says.

  “You too, Mandy.” As I pull my hand from hers, a sense of understanding and serenity fills me. I return her smile with one of my own before I turn my head to speak to Big. “I think I’m good, honey. I wanna introduce them to the rest of our family,” I explain.

  It seems like the right thing to do, being the president’s old lady, the VP’s daughter, and having grown up here. This is my turf, and I want to make them feel at home.

  Big gives me a final squeeze and a smile that says two things: he’s proud of me, and he’ll be rewarding me later tonight. Or maybe it’s his firming cock that’s express
ing the latter. How he’s getting hard again at a time like this, I dunno. And I’m not about to ask when I already know the answer would go a little something like, ‘What do ya expect? You smilin’ at me like that makes me wanna bury my cock in your sweet little pussy.’ Um…. so yeah… no need to ask.

  I detach from Big, turn around, and throw my arms around his neck to pull him down to kiss me. The kiss is sweet, fulfilling, and perfect. When I pull away, he pecks my nose before standing straight and grabbing hold of my hand, folding his fingers through. “I’m ready to show ‘em around.”

  I look down at our entwined fingers, then back up to him. “You’re not gonna join the brothers and let me do this?”

  Big shakes his head and says, “No,” while I hear my daddy introducing my brother Jizz to Jo and Mandy.

  “Big,” I warn lightly.

  “Sugar Tits,” he mocks.

  I roll my eyes at his tone and purse my lips together, as I resist the urge to flip him off. “I need to do this on my own…Please.” Hot damn that came out nicer than I expected.

  “You sure?” Big assesses me again. He’s been doing that a lot today.

  “Positive. I’m fine. Now let me introduce you, then you go get yourself a damn beer, and let your old lady handle her business.”

  Here comes that devastating grin again as he places his free hand on my belly, “Say that again.”

  I already know what he’s talking about so I don’t even ask, “Yes, Big, we’ve been over this a hundred million times, in the shower, at dinner, when you’re licking my pussy, when I’m cooking, through texts and every other fucking second… I. Bink. Cummings. Am. Your. Godforsaken. Fat. Extremely pregnant. Old. Lady.” I poke him playfully in the chest, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous I sound, “Now, don’t make me regret it.” Unable to control myself, a little giggle slips out, and I try to hide it by turning my face away.

  He catches me and takes hold of my jaw, turning it to look at him. Another giggle tries to surface so I suck my lips into my mouth to keep it at bay. “Don’t do that, you’re beautiful when ya laugh. Even if you’re laughin’ ‘cause you’re a big fuckin’ smartass,” Big teases, bends down, and kisses my mouth, even though my lips are hidden. “Yes, you’re my old lady, and I’m damn proud of that.” A faint growl of possession rumbles from him, “Now introduce me to your sister, and later I’ve got big plans for you.”

  Unfolding my lips, I kiss him chastely, give him a firm nod, and an “Okay,” before I drag him over to where Mandy and Jo are standing next to Jizz, talking animatedly with my daddy, who’s laughing about something. By the way Jo’s hands are tucked across her chest I’d guess it’s probably about her.

  “She really tipped a bike that many times?” Jizz laughs.

  “Sure did,” my daddy beams at Jo and not knowing we’re right behind her she bumps into me when she takes a step to the side.

  “Oh, hey,” she finally notices us, “Sorry about that.”

  I smile and slide up next to her, “It’s cool.”

  “Check this, Bink. Dad was just tellin’ me that Jo tried to learn how to ride and has dumped three fuckin’ bikes. So he made her stop,” Jizz singsongs, clearly amused by the story.

  All eyes shift to me, awaiting my reply. I’m not sure if they expect me to be upset or not; that Daddy had tried to teach her since he hadn’t spent a lot of time teaching me. I never thought it was his forte; teaching me shit, that is. That’s always sorta been a Gunz thing. He has the patience and know how. Big’s not half bad either.

  Playfully, I bump my shoulder into Jo’s, “Dumped three bikes, eh?” I tease whilst Big releases my hand to place his palm on the low of my back. I savor the warmth seeping through the fabric of my dress comforting me and I lean into him.

  “Yeah, three bikes and a broken toe later, I stopped tryin’… Do you ride?”

  I nod, “Yup, Black Betty, she’s my vintage Harley.”

  “She’s got a Chevelle too,” Jizz proudly cuts in.

  “Really?” Jo sounds surprised, brow cocked.

  “You should come by sometime, and I’ll give ya a ride.” My hand moves to rub my belly. “Well ya can ride in Kitty, but I’m gonna have to leave the bitch riding to one of the brothers, I’ve never ridden anyone on the back of a bike before,” I explain.

  “Sounds fun. I’d really like that,” Jo says with a genuine smile.

  The group of us fall into comfortable conversation like we’ve been doing this for years. There’s no awkwardness, just a round of laughs and a damn good time.

  A little while later Big reaches across me to shake Jo’s hand, and I introduce him as Big Dick, the national president and my old man.

  “I figured as much,” she smiles to him and then to me. “Since he can’t keep his hands off ya.”

  Big and I chuckle at her observation, which isn’t wrong. The man hasn’t left my side all day. It’s sweet, really. Even if I do feel he can be a bit overbearing at times.

  Soon, some of the brothers and my Sacred Sisters migrate over to our growing circle. Gunz joins us and hands Jo a beer and me a sucker. She raises a brow at the dum dum, and I quickly explain how this has been a thing Gunz and I have done most of my life. Jo seems pleased by my explanation and takes a sip of her beer as she turns her attention back to the talkative crowd.

  Deke makes his way over and drops in right next to Jo. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his gaze rakes her form while he takes a long pull from his bottle of Bud.

  “I’m Deke,” he holds out his hand to her, and Jo breaks from her conversation with Jizz and Pixie to give him her undivided attention. Jo even turns her body to face his before taking his proffered hand. When their hands meet I watch that smooth, sexy smile of Deke’s shine directly at her, his green eyes brightening.

  “I’m Jo,” she almost purrs as their fingers linger just a bit before they slowly pull away, breaking the connection. Then they both seamlessly slip back into the family chatter, standing close to each other. Very close.

  Uh oh, I think someone might find someone pretty, which I couldn’t be happier about. Maybe I can work my magic there. You know, plant some seeds. Just don’t tell Big I said that though, or he’ll scold me and tell me to mind my own business… let nature take its course. As if my ass would actually listen to that.

  The day wears on and my feet begin to tell me that standing out here all day without sitting down is finally taking its toll. They ache like hell, and I find myself leaning further into Big for support. But I don’t want to move away from my family. They’re all having such a damn good time, drinking and carrying-on. Even Brew has joined us. Although he’s not very social, he’s still here, and that’s a move in the right direction. I’m sure it’ll take some time for him to warm up, but eventually he will, I have faith.

  “Sugar Tits?” Big kisses my temple.

  “Yeah?” I turn my head to look up at him.

  “You’re gettin’ tired. Ya wanna go inside and rest for a bit? Or want me to get ya a chair?”

  I shake my head, and he gives me a stern look.

  “Babe,” he warns. “You’ve barely eaten, and you’ve only left to use the bathroom twice. I think ya need to sit your ass down. You can spend more time with your sister later.”

  I know he’s right, but this has been such an amazing day, I don’t want it to end now. I know I’m like a damn three-year-old not wanting to go to sleep in fear I might miss something. Well that’s exactly how I feel right now. I can’t help it.

  Pouting my bottom lip, I acquiesce and Big smirks victoriously. I know I need to relax. Not only are my feet killing me, my back is too, and I’ve been having Braxton Hicks like crazy tonight. A short nap would do me some good.

  Reluctantly breaking from Big’s embrace, I waddle my way around the circle to give my family hugs and say thank yous. Mandy gives me a lingering hug, as does Gunz and Deke.

  I save Jo for last.

  “Thanks for comin’. Big says I gotta lay down a bit,
” I offer her my hand. She pushes it to the side, steps forward, and wraps me in a warm hug. I hug her in return and have to swallow hard to keep the emotions in me from spewing out. Tears of happiness form in my eyes. I can’t believe I actually have a sister who’s amazing, beautiful, sweet, and a lot like me. I’m truly blessed.

  Pulling back, Jo places her palm on top of my giant belly. “I think we’re stayin’ tonight, so I hope to see you three in the morning.”

  I lay my hand on top of hers. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

  Sliding up next to me Big throws his arm over my shoulder and tucks me to his side. Jo retracts her hand from my belly letting it fall to her side and slips back into the circle beside Deke.

  “We’ll see everyone later,” Big announces before jerking his chin at Jo, then guiding me to the clubhouse and through the back door, headed for his clubhouse bedroom where he sees us inside.

  I waddle my way to the bed and sit down while Big locks his door. Then he doesn’t waste any time getting undressed. Taking off his cut he lays it on the edge of the bed and tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, not trying to hide the fact that I’m totally checking him out. He’s fucking sexy as hell. I can’t help it. He’s welcome to get naked in front of me any time he wants, you won’t hear me complaining. Look at those fucking hips and that chest. Mmmm-Mmmm-mmmmm he’s hella yummy.

  Briefly, Big meets my gaze not caring that I’m checking him out, when he states, “We’re gonna lay down, and we’re gonna do it naked.” Then he toes off his boots and kicks them to the side before moving to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He shakes them down his legs, and they too are quickly discarded, leaving him almost naked, wearing only his boxers.

  “Oh we are, are we?” I test.

  Without replying Big takes powerful steps towards me and stops when his bare feet touch mine. Let me tell ya, the view is quite nice from down here. His dick and abs are within reach, and my fingers are seriously itching to touch them.